If Gran says, ‘Reach for the stars–that way, if you miss, you’ll land on the moon,’ then Mama says, ‘If you spend all your time reaching for the stars, don’t come crying to me when...

Sometimes, Casey, people spend their whole lives living for a dream they can’t have. And these people are so busy, so greedy for their dream that they forget all the good things they already have.

And then I wonder who I’m looking at. All these people must have their dreams, too. And maybe that’s why they’re on the bus to New York City. Maybe they want to be dancers, or...

I wonder whether my love would be divided up more between him and Mama if I’d had him for longer, but I don’t think so. I think we stretch out forever in our hearts.

All my trapped tears are in there like poison, but I can’t let them out.

But dreams don’t just come true, not really. They come true, and then they get bigger.